Fic: Docet Omnia (Smallville - Lex/OMC)
My fic for svmadelyn's Cuff 'Em, Vamp 'Em, or Just Make 'Em Come Already Kink and Cliché Multi-Fandom Challenge. Enjoy!
Title: Docet Omnia (All Things Are Taught)
Author: Moosesal
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Lex/OMC
Prompt used: Deep-throating
Rating: Adult, very much so
Summary/Warning: This is set when Lex is a 14-year-old boarding school student. It contains a student/teacher scenario with an underage Lex and questionable consent. If that bothers you, move along.
Beta: Thanks to sweptawaybayou for answering my last minute call and checking this over for me. :)
-- assiduus usus uni rei deditus et ingenium et artem saepe vincit. -- Cicero
(Constant practice devoted to one subject often outdoes both intelligence and skill.)
Lex had long believed that anything worth doing, was worth doing well. And worth doing right. So if there was something he cared about enough to learn to do correctly and to the utmost of his ability, then it was likely something he cared to do again. And again. And again.
So when his Latin teacher, Mr. Grey, pulled him aside and offered him special tutoring, Lex thanked him and went to his instructor's rooms, Virgil in hand, ready for his first lesson. When Mr. Grey removed the Virgil from his hands and said, “We won't be needing this today,” he was confused and looked up expectantly. Surely Mr. Grey had a reason to call him here. When Mr. Grey placed his hands on Lex's shoulders and pressed down gently, requesting, “On your knees, Alexander,” Lex did as he was told and knelt before him.
Mr. Grey's thumb gently traced Lex's cheekbone, then slid down to his lips and Lex gasped, his lips parting. Mr. Grey smiled and murmured, “That's a good boy.”
Lex looked up through wide eyes, a blush creeping to his cheeks. He was still a bit naïve, but he wasn't stupid. He knew now that Mr. Grey's' lesson plan had nothing to do with Latin. Greek, perhaps. But not Latin. He smiled at his joke and got a twinkle in his eye when he saw that Mr. Grey assumed the smile was for him.
“Unfasten my pants, Alexander.”
“Yes, sir.” His voice was soft, but unwavering. He reached up and gracefully slipped the button through the hole and slid down the zipper of Mr. Grey's wool slacks. Lex wanted to feel the wool scratch against his cheek, his scalp, but he settled for skimming the back of his hand against the fabric as he lowered his hands back to his own lap.
“Such a good boy, aren't you?” Lex watched Mr. Grey open the placket of his pants and push them down his hips to reveal a pair of dingy white briefs. The underwear were quickly shoved down and then Mr. Grey took his flaccid cock in one hand and returned the other to Lex's face, stroking his lower lip until Lex opened his mouth for him.
Lex watched Mr. Grey's' cock twitch and grow longer and stiffer in his hand, stretching out toward Lex. He instinctively relaxed his mouth, his lips parting wider. Mr. Grey swiped his thumb inside Lex's lip, scraping along his teeth as his tongue darted out for a taste. Lex heard a gasp and saw Mr. Grey squeeze his cock tightly. He looked and smiled. “Not such a good boy, then. A naughty boy, perhaps?”
Lex's face was the picture of innocence. He knelt like he did in chapel -- his hands clasped in his lap. Of course, in chapel his mind was often on less than pious things. He wasn't exactly thinking pious thoughts now, either. Lex closed his mouth around Mr. Grey's' thumb and sucked lightly, causing the man to moan and thrust his hips forward; the tip of his cock grazed Lex's cheek.
Lex leaned into the touch. Mr. Grey's cock was hot and left a smudge of wetness on his cheek. He looked up again, a question in his eyes. He was here to learn, after all.
“Open your mouth wide, my sweet boy.”
Lex opened his mouth, his head tipped back slightly as he gazed up, his eyes locked on his instructor's.
Mr. Grey shifted his stance and moved his hand from back Lex's cheek. The soft flesh of his palm cupped the back of his head and pulled Lex slightly forward and then there it was. The tip of his cock was in Lex's mouth. He relaxed his lips around it as he explored with his tongue.
It was salty and warm -- if you could describe a taste as warm -- and it was with that taste of Mr. Grey that Lex became aware of his own erection. It wasn't the first time, of course. He was fourteen and he'd become aroused in the locker room showers more than once. There were also the many mornings he'd woken up in such a situation. But this was different. This felt ... deliberate. This felt intentional.
He thought this was what sex felt like. He was pretty sure he would like sex.
“Such a lovely boy. So very, very lovely.” Mr. Grey shifted again and slid farther into Lex's mouth, to the back of this tongue, the edge of his throat. Lex thought he was going to choke for a moment. “Easy, Alexander. Breathe.” Mr. Grey had both hands on his head now, fingers tracing mysterious patterns on his skin. Lex inhaled through his nose and relaxed. “That's my boy.”
One of Mr. Grey's' hands slid down to Lex's chin and tipped his head back just the tiniest bit. “Deep breath, Alexander.” Lex breathed deep and then Mr. Grey slid further in and Lex's throat convulsed around him. He couldn't breathe and started to panic. “So good,” Mr. Grey moaned as he pulled back and then thrust forward again. He kept thrusting and saying “so good, so hot, sweet Alexander” and Lex felt a flush of pride that he was making Mr. Grey feel good. He willed himself to relax and focused on doing what was wished of him.
Mr. Grey pulled back enough to let Lex get in another breath and when he began thrusting again, Lex exhaled in little pants and sucked air back in as he could. He was dizzy and lightheaded, but he felt himself grow harder in his pants. He pressed the heel of his hand against himself, sliding it up and down slightly as Mr. Grey fucked his mouth. And soon Mr. Grey's grip on his head tightened and he could feel him twitching in his throat. Lex pulled back slightly and thick streams of salty, hot liquid filled his mouth and he choked as he came in his pants.
The next night, Lex dutifully brought his copy of Virgil as instructed and placed it on the table before dropping to his knees to perfect his technique. Within a week he no longer choked or came in his pants ... Mr. Grey would let Lex fuck him instead of coming in his pants. Sometimes they even studied a little afterwards. Lex came to love Latin.
Title: Docet Omnia (All Things Are Taught)
Author: Moosesal
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Lex/OMC
Prompt used: Deep-throating
Rating: Adult, very much so
Summary/Warning: This is set when Lex is a 14-year-old boarding school student. It contains a student/teacher scenario with an underage Lex and questionable consent. If that bothers you, move along.
Beta: Thanks to sweptawaybayou for answering my last minute call and checking this over for me. :)
-- assiduus usus uni rei deditus et ingenium et artem saepe vincit. -- Cicero
(Constant practice devoted to one subject often outdoes both intelligence and skill.)
Lex had long believed that anything worth doing, was worth doing well. And worth doing right. So if there was something he cared about enough to learn to do correctly and to the utmost of his ability, then it was likely something he cared to do again. And again. And again.
So when his Latin teacher, Mr. Grey, pulled him aside and offered him special tutoring, Lex thanked him and went to his instructor's rooms, Virgil in hand, ready for his first lesson. When Mr. Grey removed the Virgil from his hands and said, “We won't be needing this today,” he was confused and looked up expectantly. Surely Mr. Grey had a reason to call him here. When Mr. Grey placed his hands on Lex's shoulders and pressed down gently, requesting, “On your knees, Alexander,” Lex did as he was told and knelt before him.
Mr. Grey's thumb gently traced Lex's cheekbone, then slid down to his lips and Lex gasped, his lips parting. Mr. Grey smiled and murmured, “That's a good boy.”
Lex looked up through wide eyes, a blush creeping to his cheeks. He was still a bit naïve, but he wasn't stupid. He knew now that Mr. Grey's' lesson plan had nothing to do with Latin. Greek, perhaps. But not Latin. He smiled at his joke and got a twinkle in his eye when he saw that Mr. Grey assumed the smile was for him.
“Unfasten my pants, Alexander.”
“Yes, sir.” His voice was soft, but unwavering. He reached up and gracefully slipped the button through the hole and slid down the zipper of Mr. Grey's wool slacks. Lex wanted to feel the wool scratch against his cheek, his scalp, but he settled for skimming the back of his hand against the fabric as he lowered his hands back to his own lap.
“Such a good boy, aren't you?” Lex watched Mr. Grey open the placket of his pants and push them down his hips to reveal a pair of dingy white briefs. The underwear were quickly shoved down and then Mr. Grey took his flaccid cock in one hand and returned the other to Lex's face, stroking his lower lip until Lex opened his mouth for him.
Lex watched Mr. Grey's' cock twitch and grow longer and stiffer in his hand, stretching out toward Lex. He instinctively relaxed his mouth, his lips parting wider. Mr. Grey swiped his thumb inside Lex's lip, scraping along his teeth as his tongue darted out for a taste. Lex heard a gasp and saw Mr. Grey squeeze his cock tightly. He looked and smiled. “Not such a good boy, then. A naughty boy, perhaps?”
Lex's face was the picture of innocence. He knelt like he did in chapel -- his hands clasped in his lap. Of course, in chapel his mind was often on less than pious things. He wasn't exactly thinking pious thoughts now, either. Lex closed his mouth around Mr. Grey's' thumb and sucked lightly, causing the man to moan and thrust his hips forward; the tip of his cock grazed Lex's cheek.
Lex leaned into the touch. Mr. Grey's cock was hot and left a smudge of wetness on his cheek. He looked up again, a question in his eyes. He was here to learn, after all.
“Open your mouth wide, my sweet boy.”
Lex opened his mouth, his head tipped back slightly as he gazed up, his eyes locked on his instructor's.
Mr. Grey shifted his stance and moved his hand from back Lex's cheek. The soft flesh of his palm cupped the back of his head and pulled Lex slightly forward and then there it was. The tip of his cock was in Lex's mouth. He relaxed his lips around it as he explored with his tongue.
It was salty and warm -- if you could describe a taste as warm -- and it was with that taste of Mr. Grey that Lex became aware of his own erection. It wasn't the first time, of course. He was fourteen and he'd become aroused in the locker room showers more than once. There were also the many mornings he'd woken up in such a situation. But this was different. This felt ... deliberate. This felt intentional.
He thought this was what sex felt like. He was pretty sure he would like sex.
“Such a lovely boy. So very, very lovely.” Mr. Grey shifted again and slid farther into Lex's mouth, to the back of this tongue, the edge of his throat. Lex thought he was going to choke for a moment. “Easy, Alexander. Breathe.” Mr. Grey had both hands on his head now, fingers tracing mysterious patterns on his skin. Lex inhaled through his nose and relaxed. “That's my boy.”
One of Mr. Grey's' hands slid down to Lex's chin and tipped his head back just the tiniest bit. “Deep breath, Alexander.” Lex breathed deep and then Mr. Grey slid further in and Lex's throat convulsed around him. He couldn't breathe and started to panic. “So good,” Mr. Grey moaned as he pulled back and then thrust forward again. He kept thrusting and saying “so good, so hot, sweet Alexander” and Lex felt a flush of pride that he was making Mr. Grey feel good. He willed himself to relax and focused on doing what was wished of him.
Mr. Grey pulled back enough to let Lex get in another breath and when he began thrusting again, Lex exhaled in little pants and sucked air back in as he could. He was dizzy and lightheaded, but he felt himself grow harder in his pants. He pressed the heel of his hand against himself, sliding it up and down slightly as Mr. Grey fucked his mouth. And soon Mr. Grey's grip on his head tightened and he could feel him twitching in his throat. Lex pulled back slightly and thick streams of salty, hot liquid filled his mouth and he choked as he came in his pants.
The next night, Lex dutifully brought his copy of Virgil as instructed and placed it on the table before dropping to his knees to perfect his technique. Within a week he no longer choked or came in his pants ... Mr. Grey would let Lex fuck him instead of coming in his pants. Sometimes they even studied a little afterwards. Lex came to love Latin.